#but it felt so incredibly horribly invasive. like. he was making fun of shit i keep locked away

[depresseddepot]

happy 3 am!! nightmare time!!!

[the-record]

Love at First Sight

Hey! This is my first fic so please don't come at me for the absolutely horribleness of it bc I suck at writing. (Also if you notice mistaken in the beginning its bc I’m writing on my phone bc I’m to lazy to get my laptop)

Category: FLUFF ABSOLUTE FLUFF

Warnings: None (In this part.)

Spencer Reid x Fem! reader

A/N: Hey! This is a totally fluff slow burn. There will be multiple parts bc I suck that way. Enjoy!

Part 2

You stop right outside the doors, an old gym bag and a cardboard box in hand. You were totally qualified for this job, a masters in criminal psychology and a PhD in forensic science. Not to mention your IQ of 185 and photographic, more properly eidetic, memory. Yet as you stood outside the glass doors of the bullpen, your heart was racing and you felt like you were going to pass out. As you were about to open the doors you hear a voice and a hand grabs it for you.

"Hey, careful there, might drop you stuff." You look up to see a tall, dark, muscular man staring down at you. You smile at him and nod.

"Thanks." He nods as you walk through the doors. "Hey, do you know where Agent Hotchners office is?" You turn around to face him as you ask your question.

"You must be Emily's replacement. Just up the stairs, his door is open. Good luck." As you flash your smile as a thank you, he turns away to his desk and you walk up the stairs, knocking at the door in front of you.

"Come in." As he looks up at you, he shows a slight smile but not much. "Ah, SSA Y/L/N. Please sit down, you can put your stuff on the floor next to you." You set the box and bag inches away from the chair that you sit in. "Now, normally I would brief you on the job, but as you worked in the New York office before and we have a case, that will have to be put on hold. Welcome to the team, you will fit in nicely." You smile at him as he stands up to lead you to where they would brief the case.

You have finally started to calm down, but as you walk through the whole team stares at you, apart from a man sitting reading a book.

"Good morning, sorry for the early start. This is SSA Y/N Y/L/N. She will be starting today." As you bite on you cheek a kind voice speaks up.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer but you can call we JJ. Welcome to the team." She gives you a warm welcoming smile and you return with yours.

"Derek Morgan." It's the man who opened the door for me just minutes ago. "Good to put a name to a face." Your smile doesn't fade, you feel welcomed for once, and thankfully it's not a boys club.

"David Rossi." You look up excited at the man introducing himself.

"Wait, really? I have read your books, you are a great writer." He chuckles as you look at him, remembering the lines from his book.

Before he can say anything else a peppy, bright colored women steps in. "Well hello! You must be Y/N. Good to meet you! I'm Penelope Garcia but you can really call me whatever. I think you will make wonder boy over there have a run for his money." You look at her confused. "Sorry dear, I may have read up on you, I do it for every new addition to our team. You laugh a little as she says this.

"Baby girl, what do you mean by Reid is gonna have a run for is money?" She looks at him.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. Y/N over here is incredibly smart. What an IQ of 185 and eidetic memory? And I think it said you can read 16,000 words per minute, right?" You smile and nod. You have always been very proud of your gifts but never boasted about them, that's unkind.

"Well well well pretty boy," The man reading the book finally looks up as Derek ruffles his hair. "Looks like you might need to move aside as resident genius. Go ahead, tell the girl about yourself." He looks up at you. You try not to blush as he looks at you, the most handsome man you have ever seen.

"Uh hi. I'm Dr. Reid. Spencer. I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute." You two are so alike but so different. Your talents are similar but your personalities are definitely different. He barely looks up from his book and speaks softly, while you look people in the eyes when talking and are a loud talker, something you need to work on.

"Well, I guess you guys are right. Watch out Dr. Reid, I might just steal the spotlight." In his eyes you did that the moment you walked in. He had looked up for a moment but got shy when he saw you. And when he heard how Penelope had spoke of you, he could barely contain a smile.

"Ok, Garcia go ahead." You sit down next to JJ as she points to the empty seat next to her.

"Portland Oregon. A dj name Jay Johnson was on his way home after leaving the club. He was cutting through an alley when bludgeoned by a club. He was stabbed 31 times and his watch, cell, and computer were stolen. That was 2 days ago." As she continues you read the case file in front of you, quickly getting in all the details.

"Early this morning a Karen Heywood a 30 year old nurse, she died during a home invasion being stabbed 40 times after being bludgeoned by weapons of opportunity." You look at her.

"The file says that there were 8 weapons."

"So we are looking for a group?" Rossi speaks up.

"Most likely, we only have 9 hours until night fall. We can discuss more on the jet. Wheels up in 10." You stand up as Hotch finishes talking. JJ grabs your arm.

"Hey, slow down. Sit." You look at her confused and slowly sit down. "I saw you blushing at Reid." Your jaw drops as she says this.

"I was not!" She looks at you brows raised and smiling.

"Don't even deny it. I saw it with my own eyes, but be warned, Derek and Garcia will make fun of you if you don't stop being so obvious about it." I smile and walk away to go get my stuff only to see Derek carrying it to a desk.

"Oh. Thanks." He smiles at you.

"No problem kid." You grab your bag and head to the jet following the rest.

***

After Hotch finishes and we are all left to do what we want I go to sit by Spencer noticing the book he is reading. "Do you like Arthur Conan Doyle?" He is reading 'The Narrative of John Smith' a classic.

"Hm? Oh, uh yeah. You know his books?" You smile and nod.

"I love them. My favorite writings of his are the Sherlock Holmes ones, I'm a kid at heart, what can I say." He laughs a little closing his book. "Oh I didn't mean to interrupt you. You can keep reading. I was actually going to come over and read too I just-" He stops you talking.

"No, no you're fine. I was just finishing it anyways." You smile at him, your face starting to burn. "I was going to get some coffee, do you want anything?" You nod.

"A green tea would be nice."

"You know green tea is really beneficial. It helps improve brain function, helps prevent cancers and type 2 diabetes, can help with weight loss, sorry. I tend to ramble." You smile at him.

"No, don't worry. I do the same. Continue. Please." He smiles and continues but you don't listen. You're to busy looking at his features. Beautiful honey gold eyes that could put you in a trance. His hair was wavy but well kept. His cheek bones and jaw were strong. All you could think about was him.

"Y/N?" Oh shit, you had been practically ignoring him. "Are you ok?" You nod.

"Yeah sorry, just spaced off." He lost his smile. "Oh, Spen- Dr. Reid, it's not you. I just tend to space off a lot, ask any of my friends and family." His smile came back to his face. It's your favorite thing about him.

"I will got get you that tea. Honey?" You nod.

[tensetactics]

Guys. Here it is.

I spent like a while writing this. and I would like to hear thought about it before I upload it to AO3. I think I’ve got a name for it but feel free to suggest one if you’d like. Its going to eventually be a Handsome Jack / Rhys work but this chapter is Jack-centric (like the rest of his world lol)

Summary:

The final fight for Jack and the vault hunters had not ended the way he had planned. Not in the slightest. Luckily for him, his company was in charge of one of the greatest innovations of the past millennia; the “New-U” station. Jack revives but he figures, his enemies didn’t have to know that… Time goes by and Jack is running the company under the guise of a boring seemingly nameless man, and it works to keep his secret safe. Jack has not a care or rather concern in the world, until a few of his underlings go AWOL with 10 million dollars for a... vault? Revenge? Obsession? Chicks? All that Jack is now worried about is if this mission is going to compromise his position at the top.

Things to note: Foul Language, Proper use of drugs, Face Trauma, and Blood are all included in this. Also this is the first Fan Fiction I’ve ever written so constructive criticism is appreciated.

Handsome Jack arrived in his office after his last fight with the Lilith and that sad excuse for a “Vault Hunter” through means not predicted by him; The god dammed New-U station. At least he knew for certain he wasn’t dead. He knew because 1) Heaven wasn’t supposed to hurt 2)Hell didn’t look like his office 3) Heroes don’t die. He figured it a the New-U station because of the blinding light of what could only be a digistruct followed shortly by searing pain sprouting across his new face. Helios almighty, did he hated these things.

Sure he got to beat death and all, but the price he paid to do so was high to say the least. He received the rights for the tech from Dahl in the massive reparations for the invasion and “Zarpederps” stupidity. But it felt like a backhanded way to pay him back. Like, when would he personally use such a thing? Why would he have to? Dying wasn’t often on his daily agenda, unless it was for others (and they were meant to stay dead).  Plus if he did use it the side-effects were an unpleasant reminder of Betrayal. However he did see value in the tech and kept it. The value being it would be much more fun to see bandits killing themselves over and over again, rather than just once.

Finally taking a deep breath while the burning across his face turned into a throbbing ache, Jack started his way down the hallway he arrived in. Jack was glad the last New-U station he had seen before that little debacle on Pandora was the one in the hallway just outside of his office. The hallway was barren. Not a soul but Jack himself, if you could even count what was left of his. Jack was somewhat thankful that there was no one around to see his biggest embarrassments; his defeat and his broken face. But at least he was alive and safe no less. Going from the crater of a goddamn volcano to the space station was like travelling from hell to the land of the living. Which made his office like heaven to him. He loved his office. the design was sleek, subtly elegant, and most importantly Handsome Jack Functional; With a library that also served as a place to airlock those conspiring against him, statues to remind him of his glory, a treasure trove with memorabilia of his conquerors, and best of all his desk fitted with a comfortable throne to rule from right in front of the huge window with the best view of the shitty moon he saved. One could say that this room was the like a reflection of Handsome Jack himself. One could also say that it was ridiculous amount of space for an office.

Stumbling across the room half blind, and bleeding a modest amount was not the way he wanted to enjoy his office however.

“Agh where the fuck is it?” Jack was going through his desk drawer for his emergency stim-pack and mask. He wanted the pain to stop and lower the chances of one of his employees spotting him because, hell who knows they could actually be competent for once!

A relieved sigh falls from Jack's mouth when he finds what he’s looking for. An even more relaxed breath leaves him after he jams the stim-packs needle into his arm. At least now the bleeding stopped but that same damned mark remained. See that was why he hated having to re-spawn not only was it shameful that he had been taken down by someone probably lesser than him, but he also had to re-live the placement of the vault crest on his face, well almost the visions that originally accompany it only show up in his dreams now and then but the incredible branding of his face was not that needed the unpleasantness of those visions to make it agony. Then scar it left in the aftermath was none too pretty either.

That was was why he decided on the mask. It's not dehumanizing like others, and was still technically his face, but gave Jack an air of mystery to him that his “original” face couldn’t. Handsome Jack had caught wind of many rumors flattering and insulting on the Galactic web, several of which were influenced by some of his underlings and their wild imagination.

“Attention Hyperion employees,” the cheerful and sometimes seemingly smug voice of Hyperion came in through Jack's office intercom. Huh he thought that he had it disconnected to any of the common broadcasts systems in the station but apparently he missed one…

“...this is an urgent emergency broadcast...”  No, not missed it would seem, but kept because it was actually frick’in useful.

“...Handsome Jack, has been murdered...”

“No shit cupcake”, Jack said to no one in particular.

“All Hyperion forces are to return and remain on station or risk death. Thank you.”

Jack gave the room a puzzled look. Did they think he was like, dead-dead? How stupid were they?

“That's it, when I get down there those little insignificant peons are going to get packed full of so much lead that i could paint a house with’em!” He was Just about to stop his way down the hall when the doors opened up to reveal a single figure, he seemed slight in manner as he slinked down the hallway, slowly making his way down Jack's Office. Often looking at the elevator as he his behind the inlets of the windows in the corridor, that is until he hit the last, windowless part of the entryway where he just flat out ran into Jack's office, looking back the whole time.

Jack stood in the library, observing the skittish man until he was made note of. He skirted around the other side of the room, apparently looking for something. The man himself, was actually quite dumpy looking. Not in the way he dressed but in his face and posture; he looked a like a not-so-hot-mess. And Jack was pretty sure from where he was standing he smelled a little bit too.

Tired of waiting Jack cleared his throat. No response. Hard of hearing too it appeared. “AHEM..” The other man spun around so fast that he lost his balance and landed on his ass. Handsome Jack snorted, now that's the reaction he was expecting.

“Mind telling me what you’re doing in my office sweetheart?” Jack now leaning on one of his statues but a safe distance away. The man seemed calmed by the physical distance he kept unaware the true reason why was due to his bodies pungent aroma.

“ I… Uh..”

“Tick-tock munchkin we haven’t got all day.” the man wasn’t actually short he actually appeared to be about Jack’s height. but compressed himself to be smaller.

“I wanted to find your mask” If looks killed (and often with Jack they did) that man would’ve be a corpse at that moment

“I’msorrysir-Its just… I’ve never been much of looker, and I figured that if I could sell it on the black market or something I could get enough money to I don’t know, buy a new face? A boyfriend? Or I don’t know fix this mess of a face I have.” Jack Squinted at the kid.

“And your first thought after hearing I was dead was to run up here and essentially grave rob my office?” Jack was seething now, clawing for his pistol.

“Nononono, I was sent here by the board to collect any recent projects still in here… and I didn’t mean to disrespect you I just figured it was the most valuable thing in the office I could get and considering this will be the only time I’ll ever be up here…” The kid was on the verge of tears, and it was hilarious.

The CEO considered him for a minute or two, starting at the stinking man, and then an idea came to him.

“Alright Sir-sweats-a-lot, I’ll bite. Buut, you can’t have my mask. I’ve got something better and the result will be much safer than a black market deal. What's your name anyway kiddo?”

“Mark Clemens, sir.”

“So clementine, I have a proposition for you; how about I send you on a little vacation, you get a little plastic surgery, invest in some deodorant, possibly change your name, you know the whole nine in the company vacation package, of course this all being under the pretense that you forget what you’ve seen here and take on a new name, and hell as a cherry on top,  I promise not to kill you! Hows that?” Mark nodded, he couldn’t see any downside with this deal for him, all of it seemed reasonable. Well as reasonable as a deal with Handsome Jack can get, sure there was that little bit of hurtful jab with the deodorant but it wasn’t nearly as lethal as Handsome Jack’s brand oh humor..

“Oh and you can’t comeback. For like, ever. Or at least until I get bored of being y-.. um er.. generous. ” Mark continued to nod but slower.

“C-can I take my cats with me?”

“What?!”

“Can I take my cats with me, sir?”

“Suuure take all the cats in the station if you’d like but first, let's get you scanned into a New-U station.”

Jack assumes that if the board members have noticed the slight differences he’s made to Mark’s personality that they are too pleased by the lack of horrible body odor to care. The past week was kinda fun for him, observing the entire station, in mourning over their great leader, well almost all of the station… The voice of Hyperion was as chipper as ever, but Jack was thankful he didn’t have to listen to another person sobbing, especially over the intercom...  Yes life was becoming a new sort of normal for Jack, but he was not happy with his position on the station. He wanted to be the covert dead CEO hiding as new CEO. Not the covert dead CEO running around like someone's errand boy. So the most logical thing he could think of to get back on top was to take part in the time honored tradition of Hyperion brand of blackmail, backstabbing, and murder to get what he wanted.

And that was how Mark Clemens became the “new” Chief Executive Officer. However, Jack wasn’t just doing this for shits and giggles. No. He had a strategy behind all of this. With this new identity, He could see how his closest allies were treating his death, and watch his nemeses lower their defences.  He still missed some of the aspects of his life before “death” so to speak but he kept his nose to the grind; managing the company and plotting death to his enemies. All was going according to plan... Until Jack caught wind of a Vault Key and his employes subsequently somehow got robbed blind and lost 10 million dollars.